#and mr Tom Holland himself

[labyrinthofcrystals]

Maybe I should sit down and actually watch all the Spiderman movies. because fun fact. I have only seen Homecoming & No Way Home 😭 I think I saw The Amazing Spiderman when it was in theaters? and I didn't even wanna see it lmao 💀 Thats not to say I don't know these movies, though. I've basically "watched" all of them through reviews & clips.

[starboye]

"𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒"

Day I - Older!Captain Price fucking femboy!younger!male reader

Day II - Rafe Cameron disciplining male reader because you were acting all bratty at one of his parties

Day III - Drew Starkey making male reader his bitch and dominating him after having a hard day

Day IV - Nate Jacobs choking male reader while fucking him

Day V - Stiles Stilinski rough fucking ftm!male reader and talking about how much he want you to get pregnant

Day VI - Gojo Saturo and male reader role playing you as the damsel in distress and gojo saving you and dicking you down as a prize

Day VII - Simon Riley breeding male reader over and over till you're filled with his delicious cum

Day VIII - Matt Sturniolo having a praise kink and top!male reader using that to your advantage throughout sex

Day IX - Tom Holland edging male reader so much

Day X - Chris Sturniolo fucking you till your an incoherent mess in front of a mirror

Day XI - Perter Parker orgasm denial from top!male reader

Day XII - remy gets jealous for whatever reason and he makes you watch him jack off and you can't touch him. You just have to sit in front of him and watch him and when he finishes he makes you swallow all of it

Day XIII - rough smut with Nicholas Alexander Chavez, maybe some guy tries flirting with reader and Nicholas gets pissed and rough fucks reader, maybe some daddy kink

Day XIV - Billy Loomis x SubTop shy nerdy Male Reader😭

Day XV - bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc it’s so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting 😏)

Day XVI - helping channing tatum at the gym and somehow stuff turns nsfw, do anything ya want with that, i'm just really REALLY desperate for stuff about him, can be short, can be long idc

Day XVII - cuck/stag fic with Charles leclerc the f1 driver, he seems like he’d be a huge cumdump behind closed doors and the reader could share him as punishment/desperation.

Day XVIII - Professor Miguel O’Hara and his student-boyfriend meeting up after class. Why, you ask? Well, the professor’s got a meeting. He’s gotta head home and take a shower. But a shower means washing away his glorious, glorious sweat and musk. He doesn’t want to deprive his good little slut of his favorite things in the world, so tells his boy to give him a tongue bath before his real one.

Day XIX - You want kinky? Musk kink, boot kink, choking kink, and of course knife play with Ghostface (whichever version) the ftm!reader fought back when GF tried to kill em, they all get sweaty and turned on so the fighting turned to fucking, Ghostface being Ghostface, he's all degrading, making the reader do stuff like grind on his boots, lick the blood off his knife and fuck themselves with the handle of it, all those good shit, what you think? Not too far?

Day XX - Sue Storm and The Thing are in an undercover mission which leaves Human Torch (Chris Evans), reader and Mr Fantastic (John Krasinski) alone in the same building. Johnny and reader use their free time to fuck, waking Reed from his sleep who is both frustrated and horny from reader's moans, he gets to the scene and finds Johnny fucking reader while holding him standing, this makes Reed turn feral and joins them to make a really dirty night

Day XXI - Mike Schmidt x kinky male reader who introduces him to the world of BDSM. Mike being a sub top with a praise kink, breeding kink, pet play (like having a leash on him and such) and other nasty things! Maybe even a bit of edging, like M/N punishing him by cockwarming him without letting him cum for a good while, leaving Mike needy and desperate to fill his boyfriends tight hole with his warm seed😮‍💨

Day XXII- ross lynch x onlyfans creator!reader, reader is recording himself for his only fans and as he is fingering himself ross walks in to his room and sees his roommate knuckles deep so reader gets an idea and stands up invites ross to come join and ross jumps on to the bed and start rimming him and fucks him like a slut and after they finish ross puts a cute little diamond butt plug

Day XXIII- soft dom soap x sub male reader where reader tries to be bratty to push soap but soap just treats him kindly like “oh you poor thing have I been neglecting you?” But like not in a mocking way and reader breaks kinda quickly and is good for soap enter babbling reader while soap coos praises

Day XXIV - Dom top Felix and bottom femboy male Reader where the middle of the night Felix catches reader in his bedroom fucking himself with a dildo moaning Felix's name saying fuck me Daddy so Felix steps into the room grabs Reader by the hair and starts fucking his face with big cock saying you want Daddy to fuck you and while Felix is fucking the Reader's face uses the dildo to fuck the reader then Felix is fills the reader's mouth full of cum and make some swallow then turns the reader on his hands and knees and just starts fucking the reader on the bed pulls him against his chest grabs his throat and just starts fucking him as hard as he can with the reader screaming Daddy Felix spanking the reader Felix just filling him full of cum reader belongs to Daddy now then the next morning Felix is fucking the reader as hard as he can against the window of the bedroom

Day XXV - Hiram Lodge and stepson femboy bottom male reader where Hiram has secretly been having sex with his stepson and turning him into his slutty bottom boy today alone for the whole month of October and Rita's dressing up in the slutty little school girl outfit with the mini skirt and thong and heels and Hiram and him want to try bondage so he gets all the equipment and Hiram ties the Reader's hands behind his back as Reader licks hiram's muscles and I'm face fucking male reader till he fills his mouth full of c** and then just starts fucking him while he's tied up pulling his hair and putting a ball gag in the Reader's mouth with bondage kink come eating muscle worship daddy kink and Hiram talking about getting reader pregnant if that's okay

Day XXVI - Logan howlette making ftm reader wear a bunny langire after his workout coming back all musky and sweaty all pent up and fucks male reader while male reader licks up logans sweat etc. Making logans smell kink and breed kink go off and fully breads male reader / size difference with Wolverine and an FTM reader. Logan is much bigger and stronger than reader and can pick him up, pin him down, and throw him around with ease and both of them go bonkers for it. Logan loves the control and power he has to play with reader as he pleases and reader loves feeling overpowered and in Logan's complete control

Day XXVII - sub!thicc femboy ftm reader x dom!homelander where reader is a supe in the seven who is stronger than all the heros and especially homelander but not strong enough in bed?? homelander finds reader in his apartment right in his room trying on the shortest skirts that shows his ass and pink high stockings, reader trys to explain before he gets his ass eaten and fucked raw until he cant breathe properly. i want some breeding kinks and alot of spanking, and ass worship if thats okay? i know ur busy but im just requesting this only if you have time, please and thank you.

Day XXVIII- X-Men 97 magneto and younger 18 year oldbottom femboy male reader loves that magneto so much older than him and has a daddy kink so when they're alone he catches magneto and nothing but a pair purple underwear so he starts kissing magneto licking down his muscles does magneto poses you sucking on his nipples and licking his abs body kissing down licking on his muscles drop to his knees and starts sucking magnetos big cock and balls magnet o moaning and calling reader a good boy grabbing his hair starts face fucking him then magneto pics reader up and starts fucking him right there till he feels him so full of c** and then throws reader over his desk and just keeps fucking him daddy kink breeding Kink and cum eating kink maybe you had Magneto's power somehow for bondage maybe readers power to make someone feel pleasure or pain how you want to do it maybe

Day XXIX - Step brother Tyler Lawrence Gray rough fucks his big bubble but step brother and cums in him

Day XXX - rafe cameron x thicc/male reader x topper x barry your dads is a football coach and rafe, topper, and barry are his star players so he invites them over and you get called down the stairs and they all just start staring at you and your juicy ass so as the night goes on whenever they walk by you they rub their bulges your ass or whenever you bend down to pick something up they always touch your ass…. After a while your dad goes to sleep and rafe, topper and barry goes into your room and they talk to you and rafe starts sitting on your bed and rubbing your thighs and then they finally convince you to have a foursome and they take turns eating your ass and while rafe is fuckin your ass he tells you not to be so loud your dad is sleeping so barry puts his dick in your mouth and you start sucking and your jerking off topper and they take turns and after awhile you are just fucked out with some many loads up your ass and rafe grabs his phone and spreads open your ass to take a video but after he’s done Barry and topper clean you out with their tongues and rafe helps you put your clothes on and in the morning your dad ask why are you limping and rafe laughs

Day XXXI - James mcavoy fic where James is reader’s dad best friend and he is coming over to stay for the summer reader and James don’t really get along at first. But one night James comes out the shower while reader is still awake and James ends up fucking him and eating him out hard and has him worship James body through scent and kissing etc

[whoislemoncar]

𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙎𝙊𝘿𝙀 : 𝘐𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥

"Blitzkrieg Bop" ♬⋆.˚

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff ᴡᴄ: 1.1k character: Tom Holland! Peter Parker x GN! reader

summary: Peter comes home after a long day of Spider-Manning, entering his room only to find his best friend (and crush) in his bed. so he accidentally revealed his identity AND made himself look stupid.

cars ɴᴏᴛᴇs: Little silly fic, hope you enjoy! Also my first fic, so if you like it, tell me! I'm a narcissist and love to be complemented. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

“They're forming in a straight line… they're going through a tight wind…” Peter mumbled to himself music playing through the inner speakers of his suit- which might have been the smartest thing Mr. Stark ever embedded into his suit. The frigid air picked at his skin through his suit, but it wasn’t as bad as it usually was. 

He followed the familiar path in his mind to his apartment complex, not even needing the built in map in his suit. He landed on a nearby rooftop, looking around to make sure no one was stalking him creepily like the super fans he was sure he had… or saw him enter his building. Probably more of the last one.

After making sure he was in the clear, he landed on the part of the wall above his window, looking through to see his door cracked open and May cooking some food that was definitely gonna burn. He used his little sticky hands to slide the window open, slowly as possible as to not alert the cooking Aunt May.

He kept up that same speed as he slowly crawled into his room, dead focused on making sure to close the door. Step by step, it felt like a million miles, before he stopped in front of the door. He reached out and pushed the open, creaky door until that satisfying ‘click’ entered his ears. He let out a breath he didn’t know that he was holding on like a lifeline.

Still not trying to make noise, he dropped down onto his bedroom floor, staring at the door for a second. A poster for MIT, his dream school laid on the door. A small smile twitched at his lips as he turned around to his bed- Oh. His jaw fell slack and his stomach tightened as he saw Y/N. His friend (and maybe crush since 5th grade but that doesn’t even exist, totally not, not way… shut up), sitting on the bottom bunk of his bed, just as shocked as him, mirroring him. They shot up in their seat on his bed… immediately hitting their head on the bunk above them. “Gah! Shit-” They yelped, holding their head in pain.

“Is something going on in there?” May’s voice called out from the other side, making Peter turn to the door quickly, holding his hand out like it would do something. “Ah- Nothing May!” He called back, turning to Y/N, who was no longer under his bed but still tending to their hurt head. “What are you doing here?!” Peter angrily whispered, he felt nauseous. “You’re Spider-Man…” They said in utter awe, staring at him, who at this point took off his mask and was so close to exploding all over the place. “Answer my question!” He demanded, his voice cracking embarrassingly, hurting his “demanding” tone. Y/N pointed a finger right back, “You answer my question first!” They exclaimed dramatically. “... You didn’t… ask a question?” He said slowly in confusion, wondering if the hit gave them a concussion. “Oh yeah… well.. uhhh… why are you Spider-Man?” They questioned quickly, grasping at straws. Peter rubbed his temple in confusion. “Cause I am?” Before he realized what he said, “I-I mean I’m not! I’m not… Spider-Man!” He said, even though he was dressed as Spider-Man and crawling on the ceiling… real convincing man. Somehow trying to salvage himself and prove his previous statement, he pressed the spider symbol on his chest, letting his suit go loose and fall to the ground. “I’m not…” He breathed breathlessly as he now only stood in his underwear, his light blue and white plaid underwear that was one size too big on him.

Y/N’s eyes widened as they stared him up and down, over his newly found muscles and… impressive biceps. “Dude… when did you get so ripped?” They said as they swallowed quickly, they wanted to reach out and touch it but held back… barely. Realizing what he just did, he covered his chest with his arms like an insecure teenage boy at the beach, shirtless for the first time.

“I-I’m not…” He coughed, trying to deepen his rising high pitched voice, “Ripped.” He said in a weirdly deep voice. He waved his hands, “You didn’t answer my question, why are you in my room?” He said so quickly, he was surprised Y/N could understand him. Y/N sighed, rubbing their eyes, “Dude, you told me that you were going to help me study for the Chem final.” They said, like they were the out of breath one here.

Oh shit, yeah, he was gonna do that. Damn you past Peter! Peter let out a shaking breath, rubbing his face. “Okay… Y/N listen to me… you can’t tell anyone about this- especially May! She’ll freak if she knows I’m out there everyday fighting…” He trailed off, his brows furrowing as if trying to converse a silent message to her. Y/N sensed how serious he was about keeping the secret, they nodded, “Yeah, okay…” Peter held out his pinky, “Pinky promise?” He asked, Y/N didn’t even think as they intertwined pinkies with him, shaking their hand. “Pinky promise.” They repeated. A silence filled between them as they sat awkwardly. None of them wanted to talk first, that was until Y/N filled the silence with a very important question. “Can you lay eggs?”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head. “What? No.” “If you impregnated someone could they lay eggs?” Y/N asked, why out of all the questions did it have to be these ones?? Peter felt his entire face turn red as he pulled his hand away from theirs, “W-What? No?!” Peter exclaimed, chuckling nervously at their question. “I-I mean I… never tried but n-no!!” Just then the creaky, wooden bedroom door opened to May standing in the doorway. Peter was now acutely aware of how he was still basically naked, with his best friend, alone. Didn’t look too good. The three stared at each other for a second, before May spoke, “I burnt dinner.” She said simply. “May! I-It’s not what it looks like-” “I know you’re both young-” “It’s not like that!-” “Just put on a shirt-” May, please!” “Peter!” Y/N exclaimed, nodding towards the pajama shirt on his chair near his desk. “Just… put on the shirt.” Peter sighed as he pulled on the shirt quickly, covering his muscular body. May nodded, still trying to process what was going on. “Well once you’re done with,” She gestured to the two teens, “This, I’m picking up food.” She said slowly before shutting the door.

The two sat in an uncomfortable silence, before Y/N ever so kindly commented, “Um, you look really good. Y’know… in your suit.” They said awkwardly, trying to salvage… everything. “Thank you.” Peter said as he turned to face his crush of so long, his cheeks turning a bit red at their complements. … “So when you grew muscles due to your powers, did anything… else, grow?” “Jesus, fuck Y/N.”

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[boiohboii]

The people's sweethearts Ch.III

(Tom Holland x f!verstappen!reader x Zendaya)

Soulmate au

YN Verstappen had been through hell, by her own father, for something she didn't even ask for. She grew up learning that she should hate what was given to her, after all it was the reason her father was always angry with her. So what should she do when the one thing she learned to hate is the one thing that brings her love, safe and comfort that not even her older brother can compare.

WARNING: not proof read, Jos Verstappen (worsned like 10 times for this fic) poly relationship, derogatory terms by father, abusive father. If I missed anything else please let me know

ChII

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Will they blister and heal over like the last time or will they bleed for days on end and leave scars?

That was yn's first thought as soon as she heard the words of Christian Horner, and with how Max was looking at her, he had similar thoughts as well, which is quite saddening.

When Max first met Kelly, his first thought wasn't how bad his punishment would be, and he hated that this was what yn's thinking about as soon as she saw one of her soulmates. Her thoughts should've been on how she will spend their first date, on when she will get to meet her other soulmate, on how much her face hurts from smiling and her heart feels like it will leap out of her chest from joy.

And although both of them try not to cross paths with their father they still end up meeting him, he still comes by yn's University, which is something that always scares her, not knowing what her father's next move is, where will his hand leave a mark this time. Has she told Max of it? Not really, Max doesn't know the extent of which Jos still treats yn, all he knows is that sometimes Jos visits her at her university whenever he allows it, whenever he is there with her, ready to protect her from the harsh words and actions of Jos Verstappen. Max doesn't know that sometimes Jos visits when he isn't there, that yn goes with him to his flat. Whenever she'd try to tell Max he'd look at her with such tenderness, like she's so innocent and had never seen what she had, that she doesn't gather enough courage to tell him- thinking that maybe if he knew, he'd never perceive her the same way, he'd just get tired and angry of her self harmming ways, that he'd leave her behind because after everything he had done for her, to keep her safe and happy, she keeps going back to Jos, she keeps listening to him and hearing out his lame, repetitive excuses.

"Umm, hi."

Yn's thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice, her soulmate's soft voice.

"Mr Holland, hello."

Max was the one to reply, he knew that his sister's mind is a mess.

"Oh please, just- just Tom is fine, Max," an awkward silence filled the air, making Tom more nervous by the millisecond "is it okay to call you Max?"

Max smiles at the actor, "yeah, of course, you're older than me anyway."

"Oh, yeah, right." Clearing his throat, Tom looked at yn hoping she'd be the one to offer for the two of them to be alone.

"Right, so," seeing his soulmate avoid his eyes hurt, it hurt so much that he could feel his nose burning and his eyes watering "I was wondering if I could speak with my soulmate."

Even with tears in his eyes and a heavy heart he kept looking at her, urging her in his mind to just look at him, to stop the poisonous thoughts from creeping into his mind telling him to prepare himself for a rejection, to prepare himself to cope with the feeling of a missing soul, to prepare himself to tell Zendaya of how her soulmate rejected her without even meeting her.

Now, Tom doesn't have any sisters, but he'd like to imagine that if he had one he'd treat her like how Max Verstappen is treating Yn. He'd turn to her with the softest look in his eyes and a comforting face, asking her if she's okay to be left with her soulmate (he tried not to let this hurt him too much), asking her if she wants to be alone or if she'd rather have him besides her.

"It's okay," he could barely hear her feathery voice over the bustling paddock "I want to speak with him alone."

And with just one sentence Tom felt like screaming at the top of his lungs, he felt the colors becoming more vivid around him and his heart becoming lighter; maybe it won't end as bad as he imagined.

"Hi."

Her voice was so small, she sounded so fragile, almost scared.

"Um, hi, hello" Tom breathed out, mesmerised by his final piece "I didn't ask for your name."

"Oh, right," clearing her throat yn finally met his eyes "yn. I'm yn verstappen."

"Yn," God why did her name sound so pretty coming from his lips

"it's nice, no, wonderful to meet you. I've been looking to this day my entire life."

"Well, I'm here." Yn shrugged her shoulder as she showed him the palms of her hands, looking like she paused in the middle of making that one silly jazz movement

"Yeah, yeah, you're really here."

"How would you-"

"Can I ask-"

Their voices stopped at the same time, allowing the other person to talk, but neither did which was why they were sitting in such an awkward silence.

"Please go ahead."

"Right," yn started "I am not going to lie to you, I am not sure about this."

"This?" His eyebrows creased as his lips turned downwards, trembling as his voice cracked, he sounded so broken, he looked on the verge of tears, she feared that if she uttered another word that he'd cry, but she had to, he has to hate her, he eventually will so the earlier the better for her.

"The whole soulmate thing, I can't handle this."  Her heart clenched as she said those words, her fists clenching the black fabric of her dress at her knees, holding itself back from caressing the brit's face, from gently wiping away his tears and from kissing his forehead as she utters all the apologies and all the loving words she wishes she could say.

Yn would be lying if she said that she hadn't dreamt of this day, she used to stay up all night on weekdays imagining what it would be like to meet her soulmates, what would it be like to see the other parts of her soul, to look in their eyes and to tell them that she's ready, that she's with them forever, but she can't, as long as jos verstappen is in her life she can't see herself in a good light, all she thinks of is how much of a disappointment she was to her mother, how much of a disappointment she is for her father, and how much of a disappointment she will be to max as soon as he figures out what she does behind his back.

No one would love her, why would they love a person like her? A person who never wants to go anywhere, a person who is afraid of everything and everyone, she's always afraid of her own father- how could she possibly explain that to her soulmates, she's a person who will not be loved because she is not worthy of being loved, it's quite sad and unfair but that's the unfortunate truth- the fact that no one will ever love her and no one will ever miss her is yn's unfortunate truth.

"Why?" Tom questions as he looks through his tear filled eyes "why not?"

"I-" yn failed to come up with a fake, reasonable excuse because she doesn't want that. She doesn't want to reject her soulmate, all her life she had done things because she is afraid of her father, and it's not like she could just dump that on her soulmate on their first meeting after rejecting him "Can you accept that I just can't?"

"No, no, I can not accept that!" Tom's tone got a little too lough for his liking, clearing his throat he kept his voice in check "don't ask me to accept that you don't want me, that you don't want zendaya before you even got to know us, you haven't even met zendaya yet!"

Yn's tears got the best of her, quickly forming in her eyes and then in seconds they were streaming down her face.

"I can't, I just really can't," yn started as she tried to wipe off her tears, only for her vision to be more blurry and for even more tears to end up on her cheeks "I can't, and I know that it's unfair, I want to but I can't and I can't explain it to you because it's none of your business"

"But it is," even with all of the frustration in him, Tom made sure that he sounds reassuring and calm "it is my business because my soulmate said that she wants something, she wants me; us, but she's not saying why and I have to understand. I will understand, so please, just tell me, explain it to me," Tom moved closer to yn, stopping her palms from furiously rubbing her eyes and cheeks with his hand engulfing hers, yn could feel his skin on her cheeks "I want to understand."

Looking into his eyes, yn could feel herself calm down, the tears drying and her vision clearer "what if I don't want to? At least, not until zendaya is here?"

"Of course she'll be here, she really wants to meet you.

"She knows?"

"Well," moving his thumbs into a a Z shape onto the back of her hand Tom smiled at his younger soulmate "kinda. How about she explains it when she gets here in a few weeks, after you explain, yeah? How about the next GP, would you be ok with that?"

"Yeah, I think- I think I'd like that."

Ch.IV

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[notdefendingtaylor]

🙋‍♀️ i feel a bit bad for travis.

like you said, he sort of put himself into this situation, but i couldn't imagine being seen as Prince Charming Deluxe Do No Wrong™️. he's kind of fucked either way this goes. they break up, he gets blacklisted by swifties and is made out to be some villain who never loved taylor and forced her to be somebody else and wasted her time and used her and her money and made her sad on the next album. if they get married, he's continually held to these impossible standards and needs to pamper the... billionaire.

it's kind of pathetic that he's just this subset of taylor anymore. in interviews, all anybody ever asks about is taylor. all of his ventures have something to do with taylor or the swifties make it that way. he always has to shill out the same "she's such a great person and i love her" to any mention of her, it's so lifeless. i'm not one to theorize about celeb relationships because who gaf about most of them but it just feels meaningless. there's zero chemistry because both are playing a character- mr. and mrs. america the stereotype.

it's a wonder he hasn't popped the question yet. given how much taylor claims to want marriage and a family, you'd think he'd make a move sooner or she'd be vocal about it or they would be a lot... i don't know, deeper? than they are. 6 years with joe was way too long apparently, hell, even 4 if folklore was when she started feeling "neglected."

tbh i have absolutely no idea what she wants from him as far a timeline for marriage, family etc because it almost seems like she herself vacillates between always&forever prince charming to high intensity short lived infatuations (sometimes with Bad Boys).

she disclaimed that '1950s shit they want from me' in one song and then said sulkily 'i wouldn't marry me either' on another one.

travis seemed annoyed answering a question about her ahead of the super bowl, or at least worn down by the repetitive interest that isn't in HIM as a player.

i agree the overexposed nature of everything she does is pretty rough on every bf she's ever had, and even worse when they are an ex, and i would contrast that with zendaya/tom holland who are big names but seemingly low key about it (as much as they can be), or robert pattinson/suki waterhouse who married and have just had the most solid relationship vibes. but taylor's beaus are always part of a larger narrative arc of true love or lost love and will never be able to stand outside of that.

[sabrinasopposite]

the end of the world

tom holland x reader ♡

two lovers that reached the end of the relationship.

she was sunshine and he was midnight rain

It was clear from the beginning that two lost souls would find their way in the Milky Way. It was evident that the pair of chocolate-brown eyes would be fixed on the girl's, whose eyes were filled with teardrops sparkling like stars.

Love seemed to dissipate from their presence, replaced by hurt and pain that gnawed at their insides instead of the butterflies that once fluttered around them on the nights they met. The birds ceased their songs on their favorite Saturdays, and their tea tasted as dull as their shared kisses.

Young love is often portrayed in movies as pure innocence, building upon their emotions and the desire to understand their hearts, but they rarely depict the harsh realities of the real world. In reality, it marked the end for them.

Their love is lost in the air, not be founded in their hearts that were stringed. 

Y/N always thought their love will be like Amy’s and Laurie’s, or like Elizabeth’s and Mr Darcy’s. An undeniable love that was stronger than their words. Yet, perhaps these were words she was too blinded to perceive, or maybe they were simply absent, unheard by her ears. 

Tom always believed that their love was pure, strong, and transcendent, beyond the reach of the stars. He struggled to find words to capture the intense emotions that surged within him whenever he laid eyes on the girl of his dreams, the embodiment of the perfect world he envisioned.

However, he gradually came to realize that this was merely a fantasy, detached from the reality in which he found himself trapped.

It was one of those rainy nights in London when the city's sparks were veiled by raindrops. Y/N always found herself reflected in the rain; she adored the scent it carried and the melodic patter it painted upon the earth. It was one of those nights when she would coax Tom outside onto the streets, where they'd listen to their favorite 60s playlist and dance in the rain—a silly cliché that they held dear to their hearts. 

However, tonight was the end of their world.

Their soaked clothes clung to their chilled bodies, as not only did the world darken around them and the raindrops fall heavier and heavier, but so too did their hearts. What was once a yellow world now turned blue.

"Why do you have to let me go, Y/N? I don’t understand!" Tom cried out, his words aimed at Y/N, whose eyes reflected the rain. "I know, and I will be forever grateful for everything you've given me," she replied. "But we'll only continue to hurt each other if we stay together." Y/N licked her lips, which once tasted like Tom's, but now bore the bitter tang of salt and regret.

"I would give up everything just to be with you. I-I'm sorry for my absence, but this new life—the acting career—it's all so overwhelming for me, and you know it.“ Tom’s eyes were shining of hope and desperate need of Y/N’s warmth.

Some things remained unchanged, but as soon as Tom became the golden boy of Hollywood, his life transitioned from its former purity into one illuminated by the spotlight. The stage was now his domain, his face adorning posters, TV/cinema screens, and magazines. He was everywhere.

Y/N remained grateful and supportive of his acting career, finally seeing him recognized as the talented young man who once dreamed of playing Billy Elliot or auditioning for Romeo multiple times.

He was now acknowledged by the world, although he had always been seen by her.

His world.

Yet, as with every fairy tale, not every story concludes with a happily ever after, where the princess and the prince marry. Just like Y/N and Tom..

He changed. He was still Tom Holland, but he wasn't the same Tom. Y/N saw it coming but chose to ignore the spotlight, waiting backstage for him. But he remained in the center of the stage, basking in the attention and affection of the crowd.

Y/N, once the midnight rain, found herself overshadowed by Tom's sunshine. But tonight, as their world comes to an end, their roles reverse.

"It's not that you're physically absent, Tom, here in London or beside me. It's that I can't seem to find you anymore. We're living in different worlds now, and there's no room for me in yours. I wish I could express this differently or see things from a different perspective, but..."

Her gaze met his, witnessing his tears mingling with the rain, his trembling not just from the cold, but from the pain. She knew that saying goodbye would only make it harder.

"Please, don't say that... Sweetheart, I can change. I'll change. I'll be the same person I was before, I promise!" His hands tightened around hers, afraid to let go.

"I will always love you, Tom, but I have to let you go. Not just for your sake, but for mine too. It's time for both of us to find our paths again."

She stepped closer, delicately brushing her hand against his cheek, her lips meeting his for the last time.

Perhaps not forever, but for now.

And as she walked away, Tom didn't realize it was the end of their world.

It ended when she whispered, "Goodbye."

this story is very much inspired by the song: the end of the world by skeeter davis.

I hope u like this angst! ♡

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

lights, camera, love

pair: Tom Holland x reader

summary: y/n(she/her) and Tom go to a red carpet event together for the first time

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The car came to a smooth stop outside the theater, the murmur of the awaiting crowd outside growing louder as Tom looked over at Y/N. She was busy fiddling with her earrings, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the small mirror in the sun visor. The sleek black vehicle's windows were tinted, hiding the two from the excited fans outside. Tom felt his heart do a little somersault just watching her.

“You look absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice low and sincere. The words were simple but held so much more.

Y/N turned to face him, a soft smile spreading across her lips. Her dress was a deep emerald green that hugged her figure in all the right places, and her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders. She had spent hours getting ready, worrying about every little detail, but the way Tom was looking at her now made it all worth it. His brown eyes were filled with admiration and love, making her feel like the only person in the world.

“Thank you,” she replied, her cheeks flushing a light pink. She reached over and straightened his bow tie, her fingers lingering a bit longer than necessary. “You clean up pretty well yourself, Mr. Holland.”

Tom chuckled, his own cheeks tinting a shade of red. “Well, I had to make sure I looked good next to the most beautiful woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound like music to Tom’s ears. Despite the glamor of the event, the flashes of cameras, and the cacophony of voices outside, it was moments like these, the little quiet moments, that he treasured the most.

The driver stepped out of the car, signaling it was time. Tom took a deep breath, his nerves tingling. He’d been to plenty of premieres before, but this was the first time he was bringing Y/N as his official date. He wanted everything to be perfect.“Ready?” he asked, holding out his hand to her.

Y/N took his hand without hesitation. “Ready.”

As the door opened, the noise outside flooded in, the bright lights almost blinding. Tom stepped out first, keeping hold of Y/N’s hand and helping her out of the car. The moment she emerged, a wave of camera flashes went off, capturing the two of them.

The crowd cheered, and Tom waved, flashing his signature charming smile. Y/N followed suit, her arm wrapping around his as they began to walk down the carpet together. The cameras clicked incessantly, capturing every angle, every smile. Tom’s arm slipped around her waist, pulling her closer. He wanted the world to know she was with him, and he was with her.

Reporters called out their names, asking questions, wanting photos. Tom and Y/N posed together, the perfect picture of a Hollywood couple. Despite the chaos around them, Tom found himself constantly glancing at Y/N, making sure she was okay. She seemed to be handling it all with grace, her smile never faltering.

As they stopped for a few interviews, Tom couldn’t help but intertwine his fingers with hers. The simple act grounded him, made him feel like he could take on the world. And with Y/N by his side, he truly believed he could.

“So, Tom,” one reporter asked, a knowing smile on her face, “How does it feel to have Y/N as your date tonight?”

Tom grinned, looking over at Y/N, his eyes softening. “It feels incredible. I couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else. She’s my rock, and I’m so proud to have her by my side.”

Y/N’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, the sincerity in Tom’s voice touching her deeply. She squeezed his hand, feeling a rush of love for the man standing beside her.

“And Y/N,” the reporter continued, turning to her, “How does it feel to be here with Tom?”

Y/N looked up at Tom, her heart swelling. “It feels like a dream. Tom’s not just an amazing actor; he’s an incredible person. I’m so lucky to be here with him, to share this moment.”

Tom’s heart melted at her words, and without thinking, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. The cameras caught the tender moment, and the crowd cooed in response.

As they made their way down the carpet, Tom kept Y/N close, his hand never leaving hers. The glitz and glamour of Hollywood were all around them, but in that moment, it was just the two of them, lost in their own little world.

“I love you,” Tom whispered in her ear as they posed for another photo, his voice full of emotion.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with love. “I love you too, Tom.”

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Invasion of the Peter Parker Body Snatchers

by Beljoyous_works "Mr. Stark? I don't feel so good." Peter looked down at his hands, taking a half step toward Tony. His spider-sense started buzzing like crazy in the back of his head. What was going on? They’d lost, but the danger was gone. Thanos was gone. -x-x- After Peter Parker turns to dust on Titan, he expects to die like everyone else, right? Then why does he wake in a coffin, six feet under in a graveyard? Or, After Peter Parker dies in the Battle on Titan, saving half of the universe but killing himself in the process, he wakes up buried in a coffin in Gotham city, favorite haunting grounds of the Batfamily. Words: 1716, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (Webcomic) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Peter Parker-centric, Peter Parker has PTSD, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, BAMF Peter Parker, Peter Parker Lives in Gotham City (DCU), Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Batfamily-centric (DCU), Batfamily Angst (DCU), Jason Todd is Red Hood, Protective Jason Todd, Jason Todd Has Issues, Resurrected Jason Todd, Good Sibling Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Duke Thomas is Signal, Protective Duke Thomas, Duke Thomas Deserves the World, Metahuman Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Good Sibling Stephanie Brown, Protective Stephanie Brown, Stephanie Brown Appreciation, Cassandra Cain is Orphan, Protective Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Protective Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Tim Drake is Red Robin (DCU), Tim Drake is a Menace (DCU), Tim Drake is Not Okay (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth is a Saint, Awesome Alfred Pennyworth, No beta we die like Uncle Ben via https://ift.tt/VKH9Bk5

[thewriterg]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

pairing(s); tom holland x fem!reader, sub!tom x dom!reader

summary; Tom hadn’t been to a costume party since he was in college but thanks to his brother Harry he’s broken his record but the actor quite say he regret making a deal with the devil —kinktober day; 21—

word count; 1.5k

warning(s); SMUT, spanking, face riding, oral (f receiving), tail job?, edging, kisses, pet names, and language

playlist; glory box by portishead

A/n:—GIFs; @ffckedup & @erensbitch— It’s kink mf tober

“Oh fuck you Harry” Tom muttered watching the banquet come into his view and suddenly his urge to crawl up into a ball and have his driver that was made to sure he entered the establishment by his dear brother of course take him back home while he inched closer to the party it was VIP, invite, and celebs only but the didn’t seem to make the brunette go jump off a cliff any less

If anything it could make the urge stronger

“Is there a problem Mr Holland?” The chauffeur questioned as he opened the brunettes door a little underlying urge to his voice and the actor took the hint stepping out of the black Porsche patting the man on his suit covered shoulder shaking his head with a small smile

“No, thank you” Suddenly not really so for the suit secure on his toned body not expecting the familiar white flashing lights shoved into his face as multiple questions were thrown his way he tight lipped the pap before getting rushed into the building flashing changing colored lights and blaring music taking over his senses and he heard different greetings from all over the place

“Spidey!”

“Oh Tom hi!”

“Is that the real suit man!?”

it was definitely college nostalgia to say the least

He smiled and waved at all of who he could making his way toward the bar a whiskey on the rocks imbedded in his mind greatly he had been mingling for less than twenty minutes and he already wanted to leave the least he could do is indulge in a little drink to treat himself for not already crawling under a rock

“Need a drink?” Tom heard a voice directly by his ear and when he turned to his head to look at the direction of sound just to turn around and find nothing before he reset to his usual position you were in front of him horns coming from your forehead your eyes crimson fangs peaking through as you spoke

“Pretty boy can’t handle loud noises and flashing lights?” You questioned lowly a teasing underlying tone thick on your tongue as you took a glass from the counter setting a cube in the glass and pouring Jack Daniels in the glass passing it to the brunette swiftly

“That’s cute, well aren’t you adorable” He hummed before taking a swallow of the bitter liquid falling into his mouth and down his throat eyebrows furrowing when he looked up from his glass and you weren’t there in front of him like you were

“Willing to make a deal with the devil Tommy?” You hummed in the actors ear making him shiver his mouth agape at the sudden change his eyes darting from behind the counter back towards where you’re standing now his heartbeat staring to beat a bit faster

“I-I um, guess I’ll roll that dice” He whispered before jumping in his seat as something wrapped around his leg before retreating and looked down to see a very realistic looking tail swinging back and forth at his feet before you were walking away a dramatic sway in your hips

“That one’s a looker who’s your designer? Woah where you going darling?” Tom was out of his seat following after you dodging dancing bodies until the music was dying down in his ears the lights no longer flashing in his eyes the actor felt a fog take over him clouding his senses until he was somewhere he completely didn’t recognize

“Gonna ask you one more time, willing to make a deal with the devil” He could see you fully now his head spinning his sense fully clouded of you his pupils dilated and his control felt compelled to you

“Whatever you want.. Miss whatever you want” He uttered dropping to his knees in front of you while your tail swayed against the back of your calves while you circled the brunette your heels clicking against the floor before you took a seat behind him your head tilting at the sight of his toned back

“You’ve done this before?” You interrogate him not moving from your position on the end of the giant bed frame while pressing a heel on the surface of his back pushing him to all fours while he goes down without a protest

“Yes mam” You hummed in response he’s obedient and pure with just with a little dark underlying it was… refreshing to say the least

“Go across the room strip I want everything off and then, crawl back to me” The brunette scurried away and he thanked the years of rushing in and out of the suit all over the world while he heard you heels against the floor the sound imbedded in his mind while crouching back down to his knees slowly returning to the spot he once was this time his carved face looking up into yours with those doe brown eyes filled with just about zero thoughts, jaw sharp enough to cut a sheet of glass, and the slight bump on his nose that would hit the spot

“You’ve ever been punished Tommy?” You whispered and he felt the presence of your tail against him again this time a thousand more times pleasurable causing him to let out an uncontrollable moan slipping from his lips his cheeks heating up tinting a soft pink before he could open his mouth for a response something whipped down on his lower back and the crack of his ass a whimper tangling in the brunettes tongue his curls sticking to his forehead

“I asked you a question” You hissed patience wearing blatantly thin

“Yes miss I have” He winced at the crop coming back down on his ass the sting subtle at first before cracking a burning punch and it continues tears brought to his eyes dripping onto the floor his backside battered and bruised and the actor knew sitting down would be a challenge for the next few days to come

“You think you should apologize for your manners pup?” You come into his view now only in a set of black lace that didn’t cover much he could feel himself salivating in his mouth

“Yes, please let me I’ll make it right I swear- I’ll do anythin-” He quiets at the look of you hand in the air aiding him to stop your presence demanding attention and affection God by the looks of it to Tom you deserve to be prayed to a temple built directly off of your body You slip down the pair of underwear your cunt bared to him while you took striding steps towards his frame and the pale boy took a small second to dart out his tongue to wet his lips before you hovering directly over his face like a dog with a bone

“Look at you finally learning being a real good boy, stay, stay, eat.” You hummed as he dived into your clit at your call his tongue dipping into you fold collecting the build up of arousal and your hand slithers up to his head and into his hair pulling and tugging roughly causing Tom to whine coyly the vibrations shooting up your spleen causing you to close your thighs on his head a borderline pornographic moan spilling from you while your rolled you hips against his face the bump in his nose hitting your clotting causing your hips to stutter

Toms hips suddenly bucked up into nothing a muffled groan that would’ve shook the room otherwise coming from his throat your tail wrapped around his cock stroking him the same pace he was stroking your clit with his tongue and the brunette began to come to the realization that it really wasn’t a prosthetic as he circled your clit flattening his tongue against your bundle of nerves while you hissed in pleasure your knees shaking on either side of his head he takes this time to finally attack your bud like a shark in a pool with a drop of blood and your eyes snap open while you let out a scream your coating rushing down to Tom’s tongue dribbling down his chin while he lapped up all the juices he scientifically could and then some the action riding you through your high almost putting you into overstimulation until you finally lift up your knees a little wobbly and your stance a little more slouched and the look you explain on the man’s face is drunk to say the least

You smirk while he whines your tail coming of his flushed cock his release slipping through his fingers like sand

“Didn’t think it’d be that easy did you?”

©2023 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[mm-275]

MILES MORALES HEADCANNONS

Request: nope

tw: some cuss words

- You would probably have had to have asked him out first, cause I know everything that happened with Gwen and when he flirted with her, scarred him.

- If you asked him out, honestly good for you cause he would’ve taken literally forever to do it himself 😭

- Butttt, if he asked you out, he took FOREVER to even think about talking to you, let alone asking you out on a date.

- This boy is so incredibly bad with saving up his money. He was able to do it the first few dates, but don’t get used to it because most dates will be on his roof or in his or your rooms (you don’t mind because he makes it fun)

- You guys get into a good flow of a relationship pretty quickly, and if you have classes with him, the teachers hate you guys so much (it’s his fault he’s throwing stuff at you) 

- He would never rush you in anything, so any “major” steps in the relationship will probably have to be initiated by you (hand holding, first kiss, etc etc)

- But you were never made aware of this, so on the like 5th date you’re like “wtf why won’t he hold my hand”

- He just doesn’t know how a relationship works (we know his mom would murder him if he got a girlfriend), so please help him out he’s clueless 😭

- When you meet his parents, Rio and Jeff think your great (you have the decency to call them Mr & Mrs Morales), and you brought Rio some flowers (you bugged Miles for WEEKS to get him to find out her favorite flower)

- They do question you thoroughly, not to be rude, they wanna make sure you’re a good influence and that you care (I love Gwen but Miles had to have had so much patience I would kick her out the SECOND she put her shoes on my bed)

- Reassure them that you don’t want to nor that you’ve ever done drugs/gotten drunk, and it’s even better if you get good grades.

- They probably invited you to stay for dinner, and you devour Rio’s food (cause I can smell that she cooks like a goddess) and if you ask her to teach you to cook she’s in love and she will make you hang out with her more than you hang out with Miles.

- I think Jeff would be a little less trusting, I mean, he’s a cop so he knows shit that goes down in the streets (he followed you around once or twice when he saw you and Miles walking somewhere together)

- When you wanna take Miles to meet your parents, he’s fucking terrified. He forgets everything and runs everything by you 4x to make sure

- “Does this outfit look good?” “Miles, it’s fine my parents don’t care that much” “I don’t like this shirt hold on-”

- Wears his nicest clothes and shoes he can find, and makes sure to bring your mom her favorite flowers (this is his payback for your weeks and weeks of asking him about his mom)

- He seems like the type of kid that parents love, so he leaves with your parents loving him (he checks 3x a week if they still like him)

- I don’t think he has a big type, I think he’s cool with whatever as long as your personalities click (he’s a thigh guy I stand by that)

- Whatever classes you guys don’t have together, he will walk you to yours. Don’t try to stop him, he will not listen. He will, however, be late to his own class because he did want to hold your hand down the hallway.

- He’s so terrified to tell you about him literally being spiderman, and when he does tell you, you dont believe him, then he pulls out his suit and climbs on the wall and you’re like wtf (like the tom holland spiderman scene)

- Will sneak into your room/sneak you into his room at night because he’s lonely and he loves you (especially before you meet parents)

- Says I love you first, but does it without realizing it because he’s been thinking it, but it slips out and he doesn’t realize it until you react to it.

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pt. 2 is up but tumblr hates me and wont let me link anything

[protagaster]

For your warrior penelope au, if you could picture your Ody and Penny and real life celebrity couple who would they be?

Do you mean casting or just a comparison?

If we're talking about comparison, then the real-life celebraty couple I mostly envision when thinking of OdyPen is Zendaya & Tom Holland.

And yes, I know the whole thing about them being in Christopher Nolan's new Odyssey movie (though I don't know who they are being cast as).

Pushing THAT aside for the moment, let me give you my reasons!

For one, they both (appear to) have a very healthy and fun, respecting relationship!

Second, I am of the firm belief that Penny is AT LEAST a couple inches taller than Ody. No one, not even the great Mr. Jalapeño himself can convince me otherwise! And, like the celebrity duo, neither of them care. Maybe, MAYBE Penny was a biiiiit self-concious of her height in the beginning, but if that were the case Ody assured her she had nothing to he ashamed about (and anyone who did comment about it in a derogatory way would be subject to quite a few schemes and plots).

Third, look me in the eye and tell me Ody wouldn't choose to be a house husband in modern day. Penny's the breadwinner and Ody is just happy being with his gorgeous and accomplished wife (not to mention he's extra happy he gets to spend extra time with Tele).

Finally, and this is the most important one...

I know literally no other celebrity couple.

...

LOOK! I am an avid anime and musical enjoyer. I barely watch IRL content and am horrible at remembering faces I don't look at five days of the week! The only reason I know about Zendaya and Tom (other than I think they're pretty cute) is that I am a HUGE enjoyer of the Spiderman franchise.

[evespitbars]

Why I think the new spider-man movie should be street level

Im sick right now but bear with me

Like if you think about it, tom hollands Spider-Man movies have never really been about him yk, especially no way home and far from home

Sure he’s in the title, but if you really think about it his movies have never been about Spider-Man himself, he’s always wrapped in some multiversal or the after math of Tony starks ignorance and consequence

Legit think about it

Tony stark is his uncle Ben in a way that he constantly haunts the narrative, but not in a way that drives Peter to be better, instead it’s sorta like a Steven universe and rose quartz/pink diamond situation

Anyways

The new Spider-Man movie should truly be about Peter finding himself after he looses everything, about him learning the more mundane ups and downs of being Spider-Man

Cause only a snippet of civil war and maybe a little over 20 mins of homecoming were about Spider-Man being a man of the people

In current mcu he’s always wrapped in some bullshit of a greater narrative, I need a Spider-Man film with tom holland fighting a more street level villain

like big wheel, rhino, Mr negative ILL EVEN TAKE PASTE POT PETE

Just for the LOVE OF GOD GIVE HIM A MOVIE WHERE HE ISNT ALWAYS REACHING FOR THE EXPECTATIONS OF MR STARK, BUT RATHER THE EXPECTATIONS OF WHAT IT IS TO BE SPIDER-MAN

I do like nwh just legit making him loose everything, it’s a great soft reset for his character

-Eve with a dizzy head

[destinyc1020]

Also people also forgot that Tom was definitely into hiding in 1.0. Who can forget him jumping behind that car lol these anons are full of 💩

🤣😅

Don't remind me! 🤣

Also, he wouldn't have been dating her if he didn't want to be private himself.

You can listen to him talk... he is fiercely private about his love life. Some of you all aren't listening. There are some things Mr. Tom Holland wishes to keep private about his love life, and that's his right!

It's also Zendaya's right to want to keep her relationship details private as well!

These celebrities don't owe us diddly squat about their private and personal lives... ESPECIALLY their love lives.

Some fans are acting entitled. 🙄

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

enough is enough is enough

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62625532 by aletheahiraeth “Hey, hey, I’m en route to you now, kid. Just hold on a bit longer for me, okay?” Through the din and fog of his ringing ears, he could only vaguely hear the older man's voice attempting to soothe him. And it was in that exact moment that he wished he had been more forthcoming with Tony. Maybe then he wouldn’t be in this situation, with an ominous man walking towards him—tilting and turning sideways, like he was melting. With a start, he realized it was, in fact, he who was the one doing the tilting. He couldn’t seem to stop himself, and his head smacked painfully against the pavement as he dropped. Silently, he sent a prayer out into the universe, hoping something would be merciful enough to answer it. Please, please, please let Mr. Stark find me. or; Everyone Peter has ever cared about has left him. A stint in the foster system, a radioactive spider-bite, and one secret identity later, leads him to the conclusion that enough is enough and he does the only thing left that he can think of: he makes a run for it. He just never expected that Tony Stark would be the one to find him. Words: 624, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Skip Westcott, Obadiah Stane, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Happy Hogan, May Parker (Spider-Man), Ben Parker, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Adrian Toomes Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Homeless Peter Parker, Peter Parker Has Issues, Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker Whump, Peter Parker is a Mess, BAMF Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Irondad, spiderson, Irondad & Spiderson, Not Canon Compliant, May Parker (Spider-Man) Dies, Not Spider-Man: Homecoming Compliant, references several scenes from it though, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, author is bullshitting their knowledge on science, author is bullshitting their knowledge on law, Rape Recovery read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62625532

[marionluth]

Christmas Irondad Story ✨❤️ First chapter is up 😀

You can see the deets by clicking on the link, but we're talking re-write/re-imagining of my favotite cheesy Christmas movie: All I Want For Christmas (the 1991 one). You're in for 🙌dramedy🙌 all the angst and banter and humour and fluff. Biodad AU with all three Tony kids (Harley Morgan and Peter) scheming to get divorced Peps and Tones back together. Feels and laughs throughout the story.

Excerpt below 👇

“Dude, you’re going down. My guy’s about to throw the meanest punch,” Harley taunted.

"Yeah, yeah, just you wait," Peter muttered— thumb working overtime, trying to block Harley’s jabs and figure out how to do anything but get his virtual face smashed in.

Meanwhile, Morgan was sprawled on Peter's bed, lost in her own world, flipping through one of his X-Men comics. Even though she was a bit young for some of the heavy stuff in them, she always managed to look like she was reading with the same seriousness Peter did.

"Mo, you're gonna sprain your neck like that," Peter warned, glancing over his shoulder at her, noticing how she was twisting to read a page. He figured she’d gotten the X-Men bug from him after the whole superhero gig had started; though she was probably more into the sparkly stuff than the punches, she loved the comics, and Peter loved sharing them with her.

Morgan glanced up for a moment, but didn’t say anything— just flipped another page, her eyes drifting back to scan the panels.

"I can't wait to try this in the AR console Dad’s making us," Harley said. "Can’t wait to destroy you there, too."

"Since you can’t in real life," Peter shot back, grimacing as the KO flashed over his defeated player. His character had been knocked out cold, and it was honestly a little embarrassing.

Harley leaned back, all smug confidence. "Let’s not forget I could easily take you before you spidered-up."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, you know what they say, terror. Karma is a..." He caught himself mid-sentence and glanced quickly at Morgan.

"The B word," Morgan said, her tone bored as she continued flipping through her comic— not even looking up. "You can say it, I won’t repeat it in front of Mom."

Peter smiled, shaking his head. "I know, Mo. And even if you did, we’d blame..."

"Harley," Morgan finished, her voice matching Peter’s in perfect sync.

Peter and Morgan burst into laughter, while Harley shot them both a half-hearted glare, fighting a smile. "Assholes," he muttered.

“You decided what you’ll ask from Santa, Mo?” Peter asked, his eyes glued to the screen as the next round started up.

"Yeah," Morgan answered right away, her head bobbing. Peter could see her brown locks bouncing with the movement from the corner of his eye. "I’ve known for months now," she added.

Peter glanced at her, intrigued. “Let’s hear it then. What will it be this year? Dog? Cat? Bunny?”

Harley leaned forward, eyes bulging as he got way too into the game. His tongue stuck out slightly in concentration, but his attention was now half on Morgan, curious to hear what her request was. "Come on, Mo. Hit us with it. What animal is it gonna be this year?"

Peter shook his head with a quiet chuckle, though it sounded hollow to his own ears. “The pony would like some company,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else, the memory hitting him hard.

He could still picture it perfectly— Morgan, all wide-eyed and hopping up and down with excitement. The pony, its big brown eyes blinking in confusion, munching on the tree’s low-hanging branches with a bow tied around its neck. It had been absurd. Over the top. Completely out of place for a New York penthouse. The poor thing had never stood a chance in that apartment. They’d had to send it to the lake house with Mr. Larry, the caretaker, who would look after it. Morgan only got to ride it whenever they visited that place, which had been less and less often since the divorce.

He remembered how everything had seemed normal that Christmas, at least for Morgan. Their parents had pretended like nothing was wrong, even though Peter and Harley had known better. They could see the cracks forming, feel the tension— but their parents had tried to act like everything was fine. Like, Ross Geller fine.

Morgan had gotten her pony, and a few days after New Year's, their parents had sat them down and announced the divorce. It was the cruelest kind of irony. No present— not even Miss Buttercup— could have softened that blow. Peter swallowed, the weight of the memory pressing down harder now.

“I don’t want a pet,” Morgan said seriously, her voice soft. “I have something bigger to ask this Christmas.”

Harley, mid-game, froze. The controller dropped from his hands, his gaze snapping to her with exaggerated interest. “Are we talking real estate? Or a yacht, maybe? ‘Cause it did cross my mind, too—”

“I’ll ask for Mom and Dad to come back together again,” Morgan interrupted him, her voice steady, like she was announcing something simple.

The words hit Peter like a cold wave, and the room seemed to freeze. The game, the noise, everything around him was now muffled. Harley’s eyebrows shot up as Peter exchanged a glance with him, but neither of them knew how to respond.

“Mo…” Peter started, but Morgan didn’t look away from him. She just sat up, determination etched on her face. Her gaze was so intense— so serious— that it made Peter’s throat tighten.

“It’s all I want,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “All I want for Christmas is us. I want us to be a family again.” The words hung in the air and Peter swallowed hard.

“Morgan, you can’t ask Santa stuff like that,” Harley said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Why? You said he’d never get me a pony, too, but he did.” Morgan's eyes were wide, her little chin set in that way she did when she was trying to convince them of something.

Harley groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Because he’s a jolly dude with a beard and a sleigh drawn by magical reindeers, not a marriage counselor! Santa can’t interfere with people’s relationships and lives. It’s one thing to bring presents, and another to try and fix... people.” He hesitated, unsure how to explain something so complicated to a seven-year-old.

Peter watched his little sister’s face fall, before her expression hardened again.

“No,” Morgan deadpanned. “Santa is magic and he can do anything. And I know he’ll understand how important it is to bring Daddy back home to us. We have to be a family again.”

“M, we’re still a family, even if Mom and Dad aren’t together,” Harley said softly, his usual smirk gone, replaced by a tone laden with quiet sincerity— one that Peter had only ever heard him use with Morgan.

“I know,” Morgan replied, but her voice wavered just a little. “But we’re not all together. We see Dad less now, and Richcrap is always around. I want things back how they were.” Her voice dropped. “And that’s what I’m asking Santa, no matter what you two say. You can ask for your silly games. I’ll save our family, you’ll see.”

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, aggravated voices floated up the stairs. Harley and Morgan couldn’t make out the words, but Peter’s enhanced hearing instantly picked up the harsh tone of his parents arguing. The biting words, the sharp jabs thrown between them— his father’s voice rising in frustration, his mother’s voice clipped and cold.

Peter's stomach dropped.

"Dad’s here," he announced, with a forced smile.

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Ringing Introductions

Y/n polished of the engraved ring, a prop for the lead of the movie she was working on. She was in Barcelona as part of the Uncharted prop department. And as such, she was overseeing the ring that Tom Holland would be wearing on a necklace chain for the entire duration of the movie. As she inspected the item, she saw her friend and co-worker Olivia approach.

“God, can I be the one to hand that to him?” Olivia asked rhetorically, her voice bubbly.

“What? The ring?” Y/n clarified, lifting up said item. When Olivia nodded, y/n raised an eyebrow and turned to her friend. “You want to give it to Tom? Why?” She questioned cluelessly.

Olivia scoffed lightly at y/n’s question. “He’s so unbelievably hot and,” she began, pausing as she leaned closer to y/n. “I bet he’s really good with his hands,” she winked with a smirk. “I wanna see them up close to be sure,” she concluded.

Y/n mentally rolled her eyes but maintained her professionalism and simply shook her head. There was no doubt that the lead, Tom, was really good looking. Not to mention fit. After all, y/n had helped with some of the costuming pieces since her work with the props sometimes went hand in hand. But, y/n didn’t care for the way Olivia was seemingly implying that was all there was to him. Y/n may not know Tom, but Olivia was reducing their coworker to a sex object and that didn’t sit well with y/n. She politely told Olivia that she couldn’t be the one to give it to Tom. While it was mostly for Tom’s sake, as y/n figured no one would want someone treating them like that, much less at work, she explained her decision to Olivia with some of the lesser reasons. She shyly told Olivia that what she was suggesting wasn’t appropriate but still further justified her choice to give Tom the ring herself by explaining that she needed to make sure it fit just right. It was true technically, as the director wanted it to hang a certain length down Tom’s chest and she isn’t sure if she got it right or not by sight guessing.

Olivia clearly wasn’t pleased, but didn’t say anything more in argument about the matter. Instead, she watched as y/n excused herself and made her way over to where Tom and his personal assistant were.

Y/n was studying the ring in her hands as she approached Tom. The cast was about to film one of the first scenes in the movie but hadn’t started yet, so it was the perfect time to give him the prop. As she analyzed the engravings she’d made on the metal, she felt her the toes of her shoes snag on something under her feet. Before she could do anything to stop her from completely tripping, her body began to fall toward. She closed her eyes as she prepared for her face to slam into the ground. Only, something, or someone, stopped her.

Y/n nervously opened her eyes and saw someone’s muscular arm had caught her and stopped her fall. She reluctantly traced the arm back until she could see who had saved her. She felt her face heat up and her eyes enlarged as they met Tom’s worried gaze. “I… thank you Mr. Holland,” she whispered shyly as she allowed him to help her stand up right again. “I’m sorry, I’m a major klutz,” she admitted with a bashful expression.

Tom shook his head and chuckled lightly. “It’s alright darling, but you don’t have to call me that,” he promised. Upon seeing the woman was still embarrassed, he gave her a lopsided smile. “Besides, I’m a klutz too at times,” he added sweetly.

Y/n bit her lip but smiled at Tom appreciatively. She nodded silently and nervously looked around his face, uncertain what to say or do now that she’d made a fool of herself. And not just in front of most of the crew, but also directly in front of the lead actor on the set. Of course she had. She laughed timidly as she glanced down at her feet, not realizing her action made her coworker smile at her.

“So, by the way, I’m,-“ Tom began, ready to introduce himself to his undeniably beautiful coworker. Only, he was cut off when their director, Ruben Fleischer, called for the set to be quiet. Tom knew this meant they were about to begin the next scene, one he had been excited to start. Only, now it made him a bit frustrated as he’d hoped to at least have gotten the name of his shy coworker before going back to shooting. Unfortunately, the woman didn’t seem to pick up on what he’d been trying to do before Ruben cut him off. As, instead of introducing herself, she simply took hold of Tom’s left hand with her slightly-shaking hands and gently set something inside of it before whispering another shy apology and rushing backstage. Tom frowned slightly but looked down at the item in his hand and smiled. Whatever her name was, she’d done an excellent job at designing the prop ring to the exact details he knew the one his character owned should have on it. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander in the direction she’d ran off as he made his way back to the taped mark on the floor- where he was expected to stand to start the next scene.

“Soph,” y/n groaned, looking away from her coworker and friend Sophia Ali, who was one of the leads for the Uncharted movie. “It was so embarrassing,” she huffed.

Olivia simply continued to laugh while Sophia shook her head lightheartedly. Sophia moved closer to y/n and rubbed her back. “I mean, it’s not a big deal girly,” she promised sweetly. “That is, unless you have a crush on him,” she teased, but her eyes held an unspoken inquisitive gleam.

“I barely know him,” y/n laughed as she shook her head at her friend’s teasing remark. “But that’s precisely the problem”.

“You having a crush on him?” Olivia asked, suddenly participating in the conversation.

Y/n gave her friend an annoyed glance, not knowing that Olivia was genuine in her wonderment over the idea of y/n liking Tom. “I just said I don’t even know him, so no,” she pointed out, adding a little laugh to the end of her statement to soften the words so it didn’t come out harsh. “But, he’s a coworker that I’ll have to interact with a lot over the next several months, and I just face-planted in front of him,” she reminded her friends begrudgingly.

Sophia giggled quietly and pulled y/n to her for a side hug. “It’ll be fine, he seems nice enough,” she encouraged, “I’m sure he’ll forget it even happened soon enough!”

Y/n hummed hopefully and nodded. Only she followed Sophia’s eyes and found Tom looking over their way. She swallowed thickly and quickly turned her head back to the table behind her and the girls. “Anyways,” she mumbled, making Sophia and Olivia both laugh.

Tom noticed how close the woman from earlier seemed to be with his costar Sophia Ali. But, he knew he wasn’t close enough to this particular costar yet. At least not enough for it to be normal to ask what her friend’s name was and not make him look like a self absorbed actor who didn’t know the names of the crew on the set he was on. To be fair, he’d only been here maybe a full two days so far. But still, he didn’t want anyone thinking he didn’t care to get to know the crew enough to know their names. So, even when the scene with him and Sophia came to an end, he didn’t ask for her to tell him the name of the prop woman.

Y/n smiled and hugged Tati supportively. She and her friend, Tati Gabrielle, had met on the set of a previous production they’d both been working on. But this was Tati’s first big movie production she’d been cast for and she was nervous. Y/n had been reassuring her over the last few weeks that she was going to do an amazing job on set. But today she admitted she was extra nervous because she was starting to work with Mark Wahlburg and Tom; both big names in the acting industry. Yet, y/n had watched Tati’s latest scene and thought it went flawlessly. “I told you that you’d be great!” She cheered, winking at Tati as they pulled apart. “Now, go, you are needed back over there,” she said as she nudged her friend back to where Tom was waiting for the director to signal for the next scene to start.

Despite seeing their friendly encounter, Tom didn’t ask Tati Gabrielle about the woman he’d met caught earlier. Nevertheless, he repeatedly found himself catching glimpses of the woman as she ran around the set with various props. He knew he’d clearly taken an interest in her and wanted to know more about her. But, Tom still couldn’t figure out who to ask about her without seeming stuck up or starting rumors that he was crushing on his coworker.

“Seriously? That’s horrible Rach,” y/n laughed lightly. Her friend, Rachel had told her an embarrassing story about the last celebrity she did the makeup for. This time around she was Tom’s makeup artist, but it had been awhile since the girls had seen each other. As such, they had a lot of funny stories to catch up on.

“It really was, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg,” Rachel hummed as she took a sip of her water bottle.

Before y/n could try to pry her for more details, there was a knock on the door. The wooden door swung open from the force since it had been slightly cracked open already. She and Rachel turned their heads simultaneously to see who was behind it. She smiled shyly as Harry waved at them as he sauntered in. They’d met earlier as it turned out Harry was not just Tom’s brother but also his personal assistant, and therefore he had been getting things ready for Tom before the star even got to set/town.

“‘ello loves, y/n, good to see you,” Harry greeted with a friendly nod and smile. He turned to his brother’s makeup artist. “Rachel, do you mind?” Harry questioned vaguely as he nodded his head backwards towards the door behind him.

Rachel laughed and shook her head. “Needing another touch-up?” She asked rhetorically, already grabbing her tools.

Harry chuckled and nodded affirmatively. “Shouldn’t be too much, but the water from the scene messed it up some,” he explained, reciting what one of the producers commented.

“Alright, let’s do it,” Rachel nodded, throwing her shoulder bag strap over her head. “Y/n, coming?” She offered, holding her hand out to help y/n up from the blue bean bag chair she’d been sitting on.

Y/n watched silently from the side of the set as Rachel worked on touching up Tom’s makeup. She was trying to watch Rachel work, but found it hard not to stare at Tom as he stood completely still like a statue as Rachel’s brushes danced over his chiseled features.

“You all done for the day?” Harry asked, making small talk with y/n as he watched Rachel fix his brother’s makeup.

Y/n shook her head. “Nope, just taking an early lunch cause Olivia wanted to switch hers to my usual time,” she explained with a shrug.

Harry hummed softly as he thought to himself. “Let me guess, you usually have lunch around one, yeah?” He wondered, glancing over at y/n.

Y/n faltered and spun to Harry with a frazzled expression. “Yes…,” she trailed off hesitantly, “why?”

Harry laughed and shook his head. “So does my brother,” he explained.

Y/n nodded slowly, acknowledging the new information but not understanding why Harry mentioned it. “Okay…, cool,” she said, although her tone made the last word come out as a question.

Harry laughed more and shook his head. “I’m guessing Olivia knew that and that’s why she switched with you,” he explained, smirking at y/n’s innocent confusion. It can be hard to find genuine people on sets like this. People who aren’t always looking for a way to get ahead or trying to get close to the star(s). Harry had a sense that y/n was one of those rare people. This oversight was only one small example he’d noticed in support of this thesis.

Tom rested his sock-clad feet on the armrest of the sofa as his brother Harry closed the trailer door behind them.

“Gonna take up the whole couch?” Harry scoffed with a playful eye roll as he made his way to the sink. He got down a mug and filled it with some cold tap water.

“There’s a whole other one, mate,” Tom laughed, closing his eyes as he laid his head backwards until it hit the other armrest. He hummed quietly to himself as he let his body melt into the cushions under him. He had maybe an hour to rest before he’d be needed back on set and he would be making the most of it.

As Harry sat down on the sofa opposite Tom, he tossed the extra bag of crisps he’d grabbed at his older brother. He smirked pridefully as the bag smacked against Tom’s face before dropping to his chest. He gave Tom an innocent smile when his brother glared at him. “You’re welcome,” he hummed.

Tom rolled his eyes and sat up so he could eat. “Actually,” he began, tearing open the bag. “I did need to talk to you about something”. “That girl you were talking to earlier,” he explained, deciding to continue when he saw Harry’s confusion. “The one who was with you when Rachel did my touch-up, and the one I saw you talking to over at her work station… by the props,” Tom mumbled.

Harry hummed and nodded as he ate more crisps. When Tom just stared at him silently, he realized his brother was actually done talking even though it didn’t seem like the end of a sentence. He swallowed the crumbs left in his mouth and set the bag down on the table next to him. “Y/n?”

Tom shrugged, “I honestly don’t know her name”. He bit his lip bashfully. “I felt bad about it. Y/n, you said? She’s in charge of the props department, yeah?”

Harry nodded, “she’s pretty cool”. “From what I know, she’s roughly around our age, is the propmaster like you said, and is pretty talented at it, umm,” he mumbled, trying to recall what else he knew about y/n. “Oh her favorite color is y/f/c; which is why so much of her personal stuff at her workstation odds that color,” he laughed, shaking his head as he remembered asking if there’d been a reason to all the y/f/c stationary.

Tom nodded his head as he absorbed the information his brother was offering. “Do you know if she is talking to anyone at the moment?” He asked quietly.

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